I Married An Ex-Wise Guy: Our Life, Love and his death together

By Selia Sunshine

The book is written in a series of memory lane vignettes depicting memories of Selia's life with an ex-wise guy. The book starts at the end of the story and through the vignettes of the ups and downs of living with him and how a person's past can follow them wherever they go. The story ends where it started. The love story between the couple who

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quantum Discovery
• Release date: Nov 16, 2022
• ISBN: 9781958690482

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I Married An Ex-Wise Guy

Copyright © 2022 by Selia Sunshine

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

This book is a work of non-fiction. Unless otherwise noted the author/publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of the information contained in this book and in some cases, names of people and places have been altered to protect their privacy

ISBN

978-1-958690-47-5 (Paperback)

978-1-958690-48-2 (eBook)

978-1-958690-46-8 (Hardcover)

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1 Big Guy Made Her Smile

Chapter 2 Her Memories Overtake

Chapter 3 The Electricity Continues

Chapter 4 The Romance Begins

Chapter 5 Hospice Comes To Her Aid

Chapter 6 More In The Romance Of

Chapter 7 Life Begins Together And What Is A Wise Guy?

Chapter 8 New Adventures In The Delta

Chapter 9 Next Step – marriage

Chapter 10 Who’s Attle – I Want To See Attle Too

Chapter 11 The Big Move to the Delta and House Boat Living

Chapter 12 Life on the Delta is good - Oh Oh, watch out

Chapter 13 Open House Boat Party

Chapter 14 The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

Chapter 15 New Job, New Boss, New Life - AGAIN

Chapter 16 Moving Day and Beyond

Chapter 17 Another Moving Day and Beyond

Chapter 18 Off Road Race Team

Chapter 19 Life Style Change Coming Up

Chapter 20 Bad News on the Health Front

Chapter 21 The Final Preparation for the Arizona Move

Chapter 22 Finally Together Again in Arizona

Chapter 23 Another Life Style Change

Chapter 24 More Dying Hallucinations

Chapter 25 More of the Good Stuff

Chapter 26 More Memory Lane Bad News

Chapter 27 The Fourth and Final Time

Chapter 28 The End is Near

Chapter 29 The End Arrived

Chapter 30 The New Beginning

Chapter 31 Her Heart Feels Broken and Finally Sheds Tears

Chapter 32 Writer’s Finishing Thoughts

CHAPTER 1

Big Guy Made Her Smile

She got home and went directly to the tiny second bedroom of her apartment that was shared with a small, glass-top desk and her laptop. Even though she was weary from drinking too many margaritas the night before and driving home from Rocklin for two and a half hours, she had to get her thoughts down on paper. The playoff game between the Ravens and Steelers was just getting started, but she passed it up in favor of her thoughts. They were important to her and more important than the football game. This was an unusual thing for her to do.

The long drive was one of the few pleasant times she has had in well over a year or two or three. She smiled all along the way. Smiled so long and so hard her face was hurting. Often, she had to shake her head to wake her mind up to the reality of what was going on. She was driving west at 75 miles per hour down Hwy. 80 on her way back to Tomales - not still in Reno with a tall, handsome, gentle, hunk of a man. She kept telling herself to pay attention to the road or she would miss the Lakeville Hwy. turnoff.

Nevertheless, she could not get her mind off the romantic encounter she just had and all the things that happened to get her to such an encounter that made her smile. This was number one on the list of pleasant memories in the last year or two or three. All the thoughts swirled and swirled through her memory bank, starting from the day she met a man named Tim.

Hello Mr. Tipton, it’s Selia. I’m a little bit early and will be outside at the Valet waiting for you. I will be the one with the gray hair and a silver sun visor.

After hanging up she thought about how much she hated cell phones but knew they were a necessary evil when trying to make a living in the real estate business. She looked around and wondered what the hell she was doing at the valet parking area at Harrah’s, Laughlin, when she should really be at home.

First of all, she didn’t really have to make a living. Between her husband’s social security, her PERS retirement and a few other investments they had made, there was enough to cover all expenses and some left over for fun. Besides, her husband was very ill and would probably not be around much more than a couple of years. She wished she were with him right now. He insisted she keep active - so there she stood waiting for a man she had only met on the telephone.

And what a meeting it was. When he did not get a return phone call immediately, he chewed her out royally when they finally talked. Once he found out why his call was returned later than usual, he became a nice, soft-spoken person.

Her apprehension grew while waiting - which person was she going to meet in person.

She finally noticed two men walking toward her - one man was very tall and robust, the other was average looking and in stature. Oh My - was her first thought. The big man extended his hand and introduced himself as Tim and then introduced his buddy, Robert.

Her mind flashed back to her last boyfriend, Sean, and her crotch started to throb. Sean was a big man too and Tim had the same confident, swagger that she recalled about Sean. She wondered if the throb stemmed from thinking of Sean. How making love with him was great; whether because of her husband having had his prostate removed three years earlier due to cancer and the deed was no longer part of their marital bed, which she missed, or did this big man named Tim stir a physical reaction in her because she was just flat out horny due to all of the above.

She turned away from the two men standing there, blinked her eyes over and over in order to take her mental focus away from sex, and then showed them to her truck. She spent the day driving the two men around Valley of Flowers, Arizona, looking at properties. All in all, it was a pleasant day and a great diversion from her usual tasks of changing oxygen tanks and dispensing medications to her husband.

The big guy was the chatty one. His chatter was light, but meaningful. He was great at getting her to talk about herself, without her even realizing it. He sat in the front seat next to her in the driver’s seat and his strong manly voice continued to stir up her libido. The average guy did not say much at all. She wondered if they were a couple. By the end of the day, Mr. Average finally started conversing. That’s when she found out that Mr. Average had a lady friend in Seattle where both guys lived. She was really relieved to find that out because it felt creepy thinking a big gay guy could turn her on.

Upon arriving back at Harrah’s, she got out of the truck to say goodbye and all the keep in touches, will let you knows, and all the usual platitudes of a professional realtor. Instead of extending his hand, the big guy thanks her for her time by giving her a huge bear hug. She did not expect this and, damn, there goes that throbbing again.

CHAPTER 2

Her Memories Overtake

The months go by slowly and the times are changing for her. Three more trips to the emergency room with her husband because of pneumonia and the real estate market falls in the crapper. The only contact with the big guy was throug!h email and only to send him listings of property. She never thought of the flashing moments of heightened libido when she first met the big guy named Tim as she was too busy taking care of her husband. Nothing of that sort seemed important to her now. Her days were taken up with dispensing medications, along with morphine and emptying catheter bags.

The impending passing of her husband was very apparent now. She thought back to his last birthday and how she regrets not doing for him what he really wanted that day. After getting him comfortable in his hospital bed, she sat down to watch television in the room and her mind drifted back to their crazy, romantic beginning.

It was happy hour on Friday night at Sam’s Club in Marin County. She started going there because she previously dated the owner, but after nine months of dating him, she broke it off. She did not like being told how to think and what to say and no matter how much money the man had, she was not about to let him change her in any way. She felt like all she was to him was arm candy. Even though she was no longer seeing Sam, she continued going there on Friday nights because she had fun with all the new people she had met there.

It was a typical happy hour with the appetizers on a buffet table in the café part of the bar. All the usual three-piece- suiters and hard hats were already in attendance when she arrived about 5:30 in the evening. She liked sitting around the corner of the bar on the last barstool. This gave her an advantage to scope out the entire bar and all the patrons as they came in or left. She was hoping to see the handsome stranger that she had seen come in a few times before but never had the guts to approach him.

He seemed very different from the others that frequented Sam’s. He was always dressed in slacks, dress shirt and tie and, depending on the weather, had on either a jacket length London Fog trench coat, or a full-length one. He had an aura that was very smooth but mysterious and she wanted to know more about this man. His posture was straight up and he walked with slow, purposeful steps. It almost seemed as if the red sea was being parted when he came through the door. This mysterious man had a commanding presence and everyone always noticed him when he walked in. She was determined to find out who he was and what his story was as soon as she got the courage up.

She began to chatter with someone sitting next to her when the bartender needed to get out from behind the bar. Instead of lifting the section of the bar that had the hinge opening, he just went under. She took the opportunity to be silly and said to the bartender while you’re down there, do an old lady a favor. Little did she know the handsome stranger had come into the Club when she was not paying attention to the comings and goings at the entrance she had been keeping an eye on. People were three deep at the bar by then and he was standing directly behind her. She looked at him and sheepishly grinned while turning a little red. She asked him if he heard what she said and he beamed with a big smile and said Oh Yes.

Because it was late fall, actually